Bohemian Groove, Pt. 2 (Cremation)

Celebrate bro
 You're at the club
 Under the midsummer sun
 Move and shake bro
 You're assembled with
 The most essential members
 It's fate
 You've waited
 For so long
 I know
 Have a beer bro
 And have a fifth
 The coast is clear
 The view is sick
 Your fear bro
 Is so endearing
 Caterpillars come not here
 We're safe
 We're gated
 Closeted
 Alone
 Just a redwood fortress
 And an owl towering over us
 Raise it up
 To the skies
 Shake the walls
 The roof will rise
 Crank it up
 Cremate anxiety
 You've been given the key
 Take a hit bro
 Pass it to the left
 We wake and bake
 When we tech and
 Sitzprobe
 It's like tradition
 After we go skinny dipping
 In the russian river
 Till we're called
 Tonight we'll dance
 Like no one's watching
 No one can stop us
 We're the cops
 The chancellors
 Governors
 Prime ministers
 They're loving us
 You can't imagine
 All the strings we pull
 At this redwood fortress
 With the owl towering over us
 Raise it up
 To the skies
 Shake the walls
 The roof will rise
 Crank it up
 Cremate anxiety
 You've been given the key